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Nov 2017
Teach my nerve endings to breathe,
That it doesn't always have to be
Static shouts from one anxiety
To another.

Teach me to set my palm on my chest,
That the warmth that fills my body
Can be enough.

Teach me that it's okay to whisper,
That I shouldn't have to scream
To be noticed,
To be loved.
ren
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ren  20/F
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       Violet Crandall, Cecelia K, cass, Lvice, trf and 1 other
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